A beginning

Time seemed to move for other people, yet It was always stoped for me, wether it be my memories, my experiences..I could never keep up with anyone.

Yet now, it seemed as if there were only one thing time was running towards,

My death.

The sky was unobservable, as if a blanket of fog was thrown over it. Yet i was not shaken by that,

what caught my attention was the pungent smell of rotting meat, and the sickly-sweet fruity undertone.

The undeniable smell of multiple corpses

The air was smokey, dampy and horrendous. A burning sensation lingered onto my skin, agony could be felt in every inch of my body, my eyes watered as nausea had already set in,

All I could do was crawl, I had only moved a few inches from where I had been, yet my original spot had already been lost from my memory, my head felt close to bursting; as if something had been crushing my skull down.

My vision had already started to blur, yet my hands did not give up; I crawled, carrying my whole body weight on my scarred arms, my lower half had accepted it's death way before.

it seemed the closer something was to my heart, the more hopeful it had become.

I wanted to cry, to scream, 'why did this happen' 'why am I the only one here', yet it seemed as if I had two choices, to cry or to die.

My left arm had given out. Hah it seemed I was doomed from the start.

It may have been my hopeful minds comforting illusion, yet I thought I had saw a silhouette; , taking strides towards me.

I may have been stupid to give up the last drop of any energy I had, to point at that thing; but.. I was glad I wasn't alone before everything had gone bright, then nothin; again.